The desert stretched, a dusty space,
Ignoring every human trace,
Yet a tribe chose to embrace,
A frantic, funny, foolish pace,
To build a castle in that place.
A little lad, with a list so long,
Sang a sad and sensible song,
He said, "Is this right, or is this wrong?
To seek a meaning we prolong,
Is it worse to believe, where you don't belong?"
"Oh, little one," an old one smiled wide,
"We don't build to last, we build to hide,
From the endless emptiness outside,
Our meaning's found deep down inside,
In the love we feel, and in our stride."
They built with a spirit brave,
A meaning they had hoped to save,
From the endless, empty wave,
A beautiful moment they could crave,
A noble purpose from the grave.
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